“Space” by J.R. Poulter with Teacher Notes

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“Friendship 7” by Chris Owen with Notes

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Friendship 7*

 

‘10 seconds and counting…Godspeed, John Glenn

The candle is lit. Life on the line.

Locked inside, he can only wait.

An arrow aimed at heaven.

Hearts pounding. The clock ticks.

Millions watch live,

as engines roar,

‘Set us free!’

The crew:

one

hero.

…‘Lift-off!’​​

 

Copyright (Chris Owen 2019)

*On February 20th 1962, John Glenn became the first American to orbit the Earth in his Mercury spacecraft, Friendship 7. In the historic trip Glenn passed directly over Perth, WA. As a greeting to the astronaut, many of the city’s councils, businesses and inhabitants turned on extra lights. Some even created special beacons using white bedsheets and their Hills Hoist washing lines. Glenn famously acknowledged the brightness of the lights and asked that the people of Perth be thanked for their efforts.

“STARMAN ENVY” by Kate O’Neil

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STARMAN ENVY

 

(for Elon Musk)

 

When Starman blasted into space

he didn’t turn a hair.

He didn’t bother with goodbyes.

His tummy had no butterflies.

He had no sparkle in his eyes.

He didn’t seem to care.

 

This guy really blows my mind;

he’s totally bizarre.

He’s driving through the galaxy

as if that’s where he ought to be;

as if it’s really ordinary

to be there in a car.

 

That car alone would be enough

to make me start to drool.

Yet here he is among the stars,

maybe even seeing Mars!

His lack of interest really jars;

the man must be a fool.

 

How I wish they’d chosen me.

Why spend all that money

to realise an awesome dream

with such a failing in the scheme.

I think it’s crazy in the extreme

to waste it on a dummy.

 

©  Kate O’Neil

“Cosmic Glitter”  by Celia Berrell

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Cosmic Glitter

 

Twinkle twinkle, cloudless night.

The stars are sparkling clear and bright.

Those pin-prick suns send rays of light

that blink and wink to our delight.

 

Most stars don’t twinkle at their source,

it’s just some rays get knocked off-course.

Their glittering images appear

because of Earth’s own atmosphere.

 

The layers of air around our world

like flimsy see-through curtains swirl,

and dapple starlight passing through.

So, does the moonlight twinkle too?

 

first published in CSIRO’s Scientriffic magazine issue #78 March 2012

“Clouds” by Ron Marsh

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 CLOUDS 

Have you ever lain on your back, watching skies above

When clouds are making quite a show, a ship, a tree, a dove?

A constant changing scene to keep you quite enthralled,

Simple easy pleasure that has no cost at all.

 

You sometimes see a fairy, an ogre or a frog,

You let imagination go and even see a hog.

When your mind comes back to earth and all around seems bland,

You can enjoy the memory of a cloudy fairyland.

 

“The Coffee Cup” by Andrew Carter

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The Coffee Cup

Mmmm … I love my cups of coffee

I drink while I write at night

I make them a little frothy

With a love heart bright

If I run out of my coffee

I drink tea – up until midnight!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Who Nose the Way?” by Celia Berrell

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Who Nose the Way?

 

Scientists find

a good sense of smell

goes hand-in-hand

with direction as well.

 

If spatial awareness

is one of your gifts,

it’s likely your nose has

superior sniff!

 

Discerning more scents

in the air we have crossed

may help with our sense

of NOT getting lost.

 

So “follow your nose”

as we like to say,

and “smell the roses”

along the way.

 

https://www.the-scientist.com/notebook/a-keen-sense-of-smell-appears-to-go-hand-in-hand-with-spatial-memory-65352?utm_campaign=TS_DAILY%20NEWSLETTER_2019&utm_source=hs_email&utm_medium=email&utm_content=69866511&_hsenc=p2ANqtz–PjJOhf66RFiR_I0QB-_oiLgt_bfPbAi2kRRprNugMdZi9s5dz9-ZFi6H8zWikHxpIC5jV_XHT3O8yakJC-t1y-45q0XkGH4JOL9Cws5Lj4SDy74k&_hsmi=69866511

“The Cup” by Kylie Covark

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The Cup

 

The cup was gold and gleaming,

It shimmered in the sun,

It called to us along the line

As we were poised to run.

The starter called, ‘Get ready!’

The starter called, ‘Get set!’

Our hearts were pounding loudly,

Our hands were sleek with sweat.

And when we heard the cry of ‘Go!’

We sprang off in a burst,

We ran until our muscles ached,

All striving to be first.

And when the race was over,

There were no pouts or tears,

The cup went to the winner

And we each gave her three cheers.

But don’t think I don’t want it.

I’m never giving up.

I’ll train till I’m the fastest,

Then I’ll win that golden cup.